I miss you...Lying here aloneAll I can think of is youRemembering the timesWe've spent in each other's arms...I miss the way you hold meSo close, arms so tightPressed up close togetherNever letting go all night...I miss the way you kiss meYour lips pressed to mineLimbs and tongues entwiningAs you claim me as your own...I miss the way you snuggle closeSharing warmth in the cold nightFalling asleep, waking upWith you all the time...I miss the way you tease meThe cheeky pinch of my behindDistractions when I'm busyAnd Immature laughter 'til we cry...I miss the way you tickle,Though I may pretend otherwiseYour expert fingers make me squirmAnd know you know me so well...I miss having romantic datesIt's a treat just to be with youGazing deep into your eyesAnd feeling so happy I could fly...I just miss everything about youI wish I had you hereAnd if I could then every nightI'd be safe, wrapped in your arms...
I'm not a poetI know I'm not a poetI never found words before -Pen to paper,Fingers to keyboard,But words did not flowUntil the day I met you
I'm a numbers girl,Words don't quite work,They never didIn this mind of mineMaths was my languageUntil the day I met you
Now I sit here and write It may not be Shakespeare,Or any standard form,But the words have comeFree and inspiredSince the day I met you
You've unlockedSomething hidden insideA talent unknownI can now bear with prideI can express more than ever beforeNow that I know you